Carcharoth

Upon the threshold, so watchful and dire
His eyes new-kindled with a dull fire
His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame
Aroused he watched out, watched out no one came

No flitting shade, nor hunted shape
Seeking from Angband, from Angband to escape
Now past that guard, what guile or might
Could thrust from all death, death into the light?

As gleam of swords in fire there flashed
The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed
Together like a trap and tore
The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more

As gleam of swords in fire there flashed
The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed
Together like a trap and tore
The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more

Upon the threshold so watchful and dire
His eyes new-kindled with a dull fire
His teeth were bare, his tongue aflame
Aroused he watched out, watched out no one came

As gleam of swords in fire there flashed
The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed
Together like a trap and tore
The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more

As gleam of swords in fire there flashed
The fangs of Carcharoth were falling and crashed
Together like a trap and tore
The hand about the wrist, the wrist and more